Thursday, February 10, 2011


I can still see it.
That small casket
there in Oakdale
Memorial Park.
In that casket was
Priscilla. My first
born. My own flesh
and blood.

About a year latter
there was another
small casket at Oakdale Memorial Park.
It was my second born, Patrick.

Both had been "still born". Young fellow that I was, it still was
not obvious to me that God was dealing with me. That is another
story. But in time it was settled when I yielded and permitted Jesus
to not only be my saviour, but my Lord.

By this time it became a question to the wife and I if we could even
have children.

But there is also another scene in my mind. I can still see that small
room where we met for prayer and Bible study before Sunday

I do not know who was leading that morning. Nor what they said.
But I do remember the two chapters that were used and the portions
of them that God used to speak to my heart.
"Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb
is his reward. As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children
of the youth. Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they
shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate."
-Psalms 127:3-5 (KJV)

"Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house:
thy children like olive plants round about thy table.
Behold that thus shall the man be blessed that feareth the LORD."
-Psalms 128:3,4 (KJV)

You almost know the rest of the story. The Lord gave us children.
And you know kids. They grow up and have kids.

But the chapter did not stop there. It's last verse says,
"Yea, thou shalt see thy children's children and peace upon Israel.
-Psalms 128:6 (KJV)

By the way,
I have seen my children.
I have seen my children's children.
And I have seen my children's children's children .

Praise God for that.


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